Title:           Week28 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Saturday 1st of October 2016 03:41:18 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 1st of October 2016 03:41:18 PM CDT

FriENDship:
>He punches and kicks, breaking free over and over again, using his strength to his advantage as much as he can.
>The zombie keep coming, feeling nothing but a deep seated hunger for human flesh as they continue again and again to overpower Bulk. The man has to keep backing away fast so he doesn’t get surrounded.
>Bulk’s blood is pumping, his mind racing, his stomach churning with rapidly increasing terror.
>Almost all of the zombies he knocks over get back up; this is far from a good sign.
>Bulk knows that he’s not able to run for very long after getting out of breath like this. Escape is the only option. He uses what’s left of his energy to sprint in the direction of the nearest lawn, only finding about two or three zombies blocking his path and running straight into him.
>They try to bring him to the ground while trying to bite him at the same time. Bulk throws them in the other direction in a rushed panic, even stomping over them to get away from the other zombies that have already caught up to get within arm’s reach.
>And the man screams as long fingernails scratch his arm as they try to grip onto it. He has to ignore the pain as he makes it to the fence standing between him and a houses’s side yard.
>Bulk doesn’t need to think twice about it to scale the fence. His weight almost makes the planks snap, but he falls down to the ground on the other side before too many seconds of this pass. The growls on the other side of the fence become angry gurgles as their prey has disappeared.
>But the fence doesn’t look like it’ll hold for long. The zombies behind it are making the already cracked planks bend with their combined force.
>Hands start pushing through by the time Bulk makes it to his feet. But the man can hardly even breathe or stay on his feet he’s become so exhausted from fighting countless of those things at once.
>The rest of the backyard is completely fenced in.
>Bulk stumbles across the backyard with his footfalls becoming heavier with each step. Not a single exit in sight aside the back door leading into the house.
>It’s not a sliding glass door; it’s a wooden door with a lock and a tiny window just above eye level. Nothing to shatter through.
>But Bulk doesn’t have any time to think anyway.
>The fence at the side of the house has already given way with a loud crack. The zombies come pouring in two by two.
>No matter how hard he kicks, bulk can’t get the door to go down.
>They’ve spotted him, heading in his direction.
>Bulk uses his weight to ram against the door. The frame makes a few cracking noises, but doesn’t give way as easily as the fence had. He slams himself against the door again… to no avail.
>And Bulk knows it’s time to find another way out when he feels a hand grab his shoulder and hears a growl right next to his left ear.
>He spins around with a powerful swing of his fast at the zombie’s jaw. And the man runs away from the next two, wanting all the energy he can get to climb over that fence on the opposite corner of the yard.
>Tries to slip up the side of the fence and falls back to the ground on the side where the zombies crowd around him.
>…
>”Let… me… out!” Fluttershy grits her teeth as she keeps kicking her legs.
>She struggles in the still open door. Cadence and Trixie pull her back in and hold her in place while Celestia tries to close the door.
>”I think I lost them.” Silver announces as he looks around. “I’m gonna slow down now and see what happens. But close that door.”
>”Fluttershy, please!” Cadence begs. “Think about the rest of us!”
>”I don’t CARE!” Fluttershy is pulled back to the middle of the seat before Celestia reaches over and slides the door completely shut.
>Silver eventually pulls to a stop behind a brick building away from the street after Fluttershy settles down.
>”Alright, listen up, we’re going to need to wait for orders from April.” Silver starts up with his hands still on the steering wheel.
>Fluttershy’s breathing has yet to calm down, and the other people in the car are no more than hardly hopeful that the situation will dissolve any time soon.
>”All she has to do is contact me through my radio and we’ll how how her situation is over at Applejack’s house. Alright?”
>There are a few uncertain nods, but no one is completely certain anymore if this is going to work with organized crowds of zombies running around.
>”Can’t you contact her without anyone else there hearing anything?” Rarity asks.
>”I’m afraid not.” Silver answers. “What we need to do is wait for her to give us the okay that everyone there is comfortable with more people staying near their premises until we come up with a solid plan on how to move on from this point.”
>Luna leans back in her seat and lets out a sigh. Her sister does the exact same thing next to her.
>Sweetie Belle silently mopes out the window as she wonders when the next time will be where everyone starts screaming again.
>…
>”So yer sayin that you’ve been running around through town since yesterday?” Applejack leans onto the kitchen table by her elbows. “Like, non-stop?”
>”Yes. We could have died a thousand times out there by now if it weren’t for you all being here. No where else seems to be safe; not even the police station.” April gives Applejack a slight frown.
>”We were held up in the school for a bit, but it was getting overrun. It wasn’t long before we had to escape and find somewhere else that was safe enough to rest and plan our next move.” Sunset recalls. “The last couple of days has been nothing but hell.”
>”Well to be honest, we were just about to get ready to go out there looking for ya, since Applejack’s friends with y’all and whatnot.” Braeburn adds.
>”Is there anyone else alive still?” Rainbow dash hopefully asks.
>”Yeah, uh, that’s something we were about to bring up.” Sunset mutters.
>Braeburn slightly leans forward.
>”A little ways back, we were pretty much overrun again. The whole group of us. With the others.”
>”The others?” Rainbow Dash gasps.
>”Rarity, Fluttershy, Pinkie…”
>”Oh my god, please tell me no one else died!”
>Sunset pauses, and rainbow can feel a knot forming in her throat.
>”There’s still most of us, but the point is, we’ve strayed from the group because we were forced to go in opposite direction to not get eaten alive. Sunset told me about this place, and that she had a friend here.”
>Braeburn looks towards Rainbow Dash. “Did… did you tell her?” His voice grows shaky with shock.
>”It was me.” Applejack tells him. “She texted me by my phone when they were in the school’s gym.”
>Rainbow Dash sighs as she realized what she just dodged through Applejack keeping a misunderstanding from happening.
>”Neither of us even knew Rainbow dash was here.” Sunset adds. “But the more the merrier. Because another officer and I were leading the group when we got separated. And I can still contact him through radio.”
>Wait, hang on, hang on!” Braeburn rises to his feet. “Whaddaya mean the more the merrier? You’re not planning on staying here, are ya?”
>April had anticipated something like this. “No, we’re not.” She keeps her tone calm and reasonable. “In fact, it’s a good thing you were planning to come looking for us. Because the other officer is still out there.”
>”Alright, now calm down, Braeburn.” Granny Smith heard the man raise his voice from the other room. “It’s a good thing we found more survivors.”
>”Ah honestly don’t see how it’s a good thing.” Braeburn huffs. “Ah mean… where in the hell are they gonna stay?” He spreads his arms with his voice getting louder again.
>”Sit back down and listen to me.” Granny Smith tells Braeburn. “You don’t decide who gets to stick around here and who doesn’t! This is my property!”
>”Are… are you serious?”
>”Officer Snow and Miss Shimmer here clearly know about more people who can help us stock up on more supplies from around town. We can travel in larger groups this way. And with the two officers carrying a couple of extra guns, ah really don’t know why you see this as a bad thing.”
>”We don’t have any room for them here! There are already over 20 people here! Let alone barely enough food for all of us as we are! We can’t just add more people because we don’t want them to die!”
>”Braeburn, ah have explained this to you again and again. We all can help each other out. They can help get more supplies like food from around town while us in the family lean more towards our own supply of produce. The more they can do, the more they can get for themselves.”
>”Eyup.” Big Mac agrees.
>”And tell me exactly where they’re gonna sleep.” Braeburn continues anyway.
>”This is a time of crisis, Braeburn. And these folks have been running around all day. I’m more than certain they won’t mind stayin in the barn for a few nights until we get things sorted out.”
>”Aw hell.” Braeburn puts his hands on the sides of his head and begins to pace around. “This… is… EXACTLY what ah wanted to avoid!”
>”Settle down, Braeburn.”
>”NO! This is how it all starts. In every last one of those zombie movies, they say the same got dang thing! ‘Just let us stay for a little while! We’re innocent protags who are important to our plot and we need to stay somewhere so we can plan a little more even though it’s HIGHLY inconvenient to you!”
>”Yer overthinkin’ this, Braeburn!” Applejack jumps in.
>”And now we have this! The moment where everyone already in the safe zone starts to argue over whether it’s worth it. And they come to the conclusion that it’s okay to let the other people to stay in here for just a little bit longer.”
>”You’ve been watching too many movies, Braeburn.”
>”What they say in the movies describes something that is actually real! It’s almost like a warning to people in case some sort of shit tragedy like this happens and we need to make rational decisions!”
>”Braeburn, enough!” Granny Smith concludes. “They’re staying here and that’s final.” She turns to April. “You said you can contact them by radio, right?”
>April nods and reaches for her walkie talkie.
>…
>"It really should be any minute now." Silver keeps his walkie talkie out.
>Everyone else silently waits as the officer eyes the map, trying to figure out where he stopped.
>Fluttershy grimly continues to solemnly speak. "Just leave me here. You'll have less people to deal with anyway."
>"We're sticking together, Fluttershy." Cadence holds the girl by the arm with her shaking hands.
>Fluttershy's eyes look through the windshield as the broken town before the SUV.
>Imagining how doomed everyone she left behind must have been.
>How she never even got to say goodbye.
>"I don't know about Officer Snow, but shouldn't Sunset be able to convince them more quickly?" Rarity asks. "I know for a fact that Applejack would never let us stay out here had she been aware of the fact."
>"All we can do is hope." Silver replies.
>"Maybe we should think up what we're going to say to them so they're more comfortable with us staying." Celestia suggests.
>"You mean, convince them that we're worth staying for the long haul?"
>"Who knows? Maybe they need more people to help out with things over there." Celestia tells Silver. "They're more likely going to want us to stay longer if we show them right off the bat that we'd be a good use to them."
>"I like this idea." Cadence agrees.
>A sudden instance of static startles everyone in the SUV.
>["Silver, come in."]
>Not even a second later, Silver presses the button and speaks into the mouthpiece. "Snow! Is everything alright where you are? We just had to do a little bit more running."
>["More running?"]
>"There... uh, it's hard to explain." Silver avoids mentioning Fluttershy. "There was a whole crowd of them all of a sudden. I swear they came out of nowhere."
>There's a fifteen second pause.
>["Is everyone alright?"]
>Silver gulps.
>"We... we think we lost Bulk. It's not clear if he got away."
>A little bit of thumping around can be heard in the background noise.
>A male voice can be heard. ["Aw hell, how many of you are there?"]
>["Quiet, Braeburn!"] Another female voice responds to him.
>"Wh-who?" Silver leans in to the mouthpiece.
>[”A relative of Applejack’s.”] April answers. [“Where are you?”]
>”Near Vine Street.”
>Officer Silver takes another look at the map to be sure of his answer.
>[”Is that far?”]
>”Doesn’t seem like it.”
>[”Well try to make your way over here. We already told them the situation.”]
>”Got it. On my way.”
>…
>[“Got it. On my way.”] Silver’s voice sounds through the walkie talkie.
>”This is asinine!” Braeburn protests. “How many of you are we even letting in here?”
>”It'll be fine, Braeburn.” Applejack argues. “They’re mah friends.”
>”It’ll be alright because they’re your friends? THAT’S what justifies this?”
>Braeburn paces around the living room for a few seconds, grunting to himself. Granny Smith tells him to just let it all go, but the man is having a really hard time listening.
>”There’s not that many of us.” Sunset starts off.”
>”NO!” Braeburn points at her. “We can’t afford ANY more people here! Hell, we shouldn’t have even let Rainbow Dash in here in the first place!” He turns to Dash. “And you’re friends with them too, right?”
>Rainbow Dash nods, but starts to make an annoyed face. “Well what’s it to you?”
>”Your affiliation with one another is the real problem here. Y’all are too busy thinkin’ about savin’ eachother that you completely gloss over making rational decisions!”
>”Braeburn, Ah already explained this to you!” Granny Smith repeats yet again.
>Red can be heard hurrying down the stairs. “Ah see someone else!” He calls down. “It look like one of them po-lice vehicles.”
>”That’s them!” Sunset clarifies.
>Big Mac is already walking over to the door, escorting April over with him so she can verify whether or not it’s actually them.
>”No, got dangit, no!” Braeburn stomps on the floor, feeling completely powerless in the situation. “This is EXACTLY how everything goes wrong!”
>”Is that one Silver?” Applejack ask, now at the window next to the door as well.
>”Yes.” April answers. “He and I are the only officers.”
>The door is unlocked.
>Braeburn huffs.
>”God… DAMN IT!”
 
Fuckin' Nature:
>You and Trixie try to sneak glances at eachother every few seconds.
>Too far away to speak to her, but still close enough to see her making... some sort of face. You're not sure if it's one you should feel good about or should feel bad about.
>It's obvious she's avoiding making eye contact with you all the way through the time the campers are sent on their way to set everything up in their tents.
>She's going to have to talk to you at some point.
>You stand outside the tent as she soon arrives with her luggage.
"So, uh..."
>"Yeah, whatever." Trixie rolls her suitcase into the assigned tent, making sure it's the right one despite you standing right next to it.
>She leaves after not even unpacking a single thing.
>You only have one duffle bag with you.
>Keep certain thoughts out of your mind as you throw your duffle bag right next to Trixie's luggage and leave the tent's premesis as well.
>...
>You can't help but find yourself riddled with more... energy later on during the camp activities later on in the day.
>During the volleyball match, you're among the jumpiest of players.
>Focused too, scoring goal after goal as your focus is unusually high.
>Maybe you're just letting your enthusiasm get the best of you.
>"Hey, uh, you're doing pretty good, Anon." Sandalwood compliments.
>You nod at him with a smile, thinking about how you're going to try and tackle the rest of the day.
>So... subtly excited.
>Lunch is next after the volleyball match is over.
>You're out of breath as you enter the cafeteria, looking for the foods you like to eat.
>Gather everything you pick onto your tray and sit down at one of the long wooden tables.
>Let out a deep breath as you let yourself cool off. You let yourself got too excited out there during that volleyball match.
>And you didn't realize it until you started getting light headed when you're supposed to be eating.
>"Hey."
"Huh?"
>Look to your side to find Trixie taking a seat right next to you at the table.
"Oh, uh... hi, Trixie."
>"So we're in the same tent." She brings up with no preliminaries.
>You don't want to admit to yourself how good her saying that made you feel for a split second.
>Really hoping that this evident mistake the counselors made will be glossed over and never corrected.
"Yeah, this is a thing now. Weird, huh?"
>"So Trixie figured that we should at least eat together now so we can at least get to know eachother more before we're in there together."
"Oh, to break the ice?" You feel your mood changing to something more brave, smiling a little bit more on purpose.
>Either way, you knew you were going to find a way to enjoy this whether you intended to or not.
>"Yes, pretty much. Trixie figured it will ensure that less time is wasted on talking to eachother later on."
>She sits straight up in her seat.
>Almost like a porcelain doll.
>You find this strangely dignified.
>"So what things do you like?" Trixie insistently asks.
>Pull an answer out of the deepest corners of your mind where you don't think anything embarrassing will come out.
"I... I like sports a little bit. Watching TV sometimes. Nothing in particular, really. Just whatever passes the time."
>You can see her nod slightly out of the corner of your eye, too nervous to look at her directly.
>Why didn't she wait until you were ready to talk to you after you were busy being exhausted?
>And weren't you feeling brave a minute ago?
>"Understandable. Trixie likes to play with cards." Trixie speaks about interests again, making your mind race for another thing to bring up again.
>This spotlight isn't something you need right now.
>But here you are. It's not like you can just stand up and leave out of nowhere.
"What kinda of cards?" You ask.
>Trixie already has a deck set out on the table. You didn't even notice her pull them out.
>"These." Trixie's fingers already start fiddling with the deck.
>You turn your head now, watching the girl start to shuffle the deck right in front of the meal she has on her tray.
>It's easy to tell from the sincerity of her hand motions that she's done this a lot of times before.
"Know any card tricks?" You ask the obvious question that comes to your mind.
>Trixie grins at you.
>"Does Trixie know card tricks?" She tells you. "How about Trixie answers your question with a little demonstration?"
>You almost feel like she's been setting this whole conversation up as an excuse to do this.
>And it's already obvious what she's going to ask next. You automatically think of the Ace of Diamonds; your favorite card.
>"Can you pick a card?"
"Ace of Diamonds."
>She goes straight to randomly shuffling the deck of cards, not even a half a second after you answered.
>The girl looks straight up at the ceiling.
>Focusing completely away from her hands.
>With a stern ban on the table, Trixie slams the cards flat onto the wooden surface.
>"The one on the top is the card you chose." She tells you with that same grin.
"It... it is?"
>"Go ahead. See for yourself."
>She takes her hand away from the deck of cards facing down as your reaches for it. You pull the top card off and turn it over.
"What the..." You feel a rush of shock. "How did you do that?"
>"Let's just say... Trixie does know card tricks."
>She pauses, letting you awkwardly sit there covered in a thin layer of sweat from earlier.
>You think about showering before the next time she sees you.
>Just so you give her a better first impression of being one of those stereotypical pigs that-
>"Impressed?"
"Oh, uh... yeah."
>Trixie's smile grows wider as she hears you answer her.
>You can literally feel how much she liked hearing you say that.
>Was she... what the...
>"Thanks!" She swipes the cards from the table.
>Was she actually trying to impress you right off the bat?
>The reasons why she'd do this... all of the good ones flood your mind with a force that raises your eyebrows.
>This is such a pleasant surprise.
>"But before you ask, Trixie isn't just going to reveal her... secrets right away." She says this with a look that you're special for even being told this.
"Oh, it's okay. I like a sense of mystery."
>Trixie smirks a little more. "Well, Trixie is glad you're interested. So what things do you like to do besides sports?"
>The conversation went back to being dull.
>Contrasting to that rush you felt inside of you when Trixie openly showed you that she was trying to impress you.
>But whatever it was she was trying to do... it worked.
>You're more than interested in talking to this girl, even though you sort of were before.
>But you want to do more than just talk to talk.
>You want to hear what she has to say. Waiting for something else that will brighten your spirit a little more.
>This... shouldn't feel like desperation.
>Because it's not. It's just sheer interest in someone.
>...
>The rest of the camp activities can't take longer than they do.
>Dinner is going to be coming up soon, which feels convenient as can be since your hunger was quick to come back to you.
>This last thing you decide to do to make the time go by more quickly is hiking.
>Naturally, Applejack is there with Rainbow Dash, wanting to forage the nearby bushes and trees.
>At least she's being fast paced about it.
>"This one looks like the mother load!" she runs over to a clear spot in the forest where bushes galore reign supreme.
>Your eyes keep going back to your watch, only returning to the others whenever they start to move again.
>The last thing you want is to get lost.
>After about another thirty minutes or so, you make it back to camp, and the sky is beginning to change colors.
>You're lucky it's been getting windy later on in the afternoon; don't want to start sweating again.
>Gather yourself a quick dinner with eager eyes scanning for Trixie in the cafeteria.
>She doesn't seem to be anywhere in here.
>You take forever and a half to finish the tiny meal you picked out to avoid filling up too much.
>Trixie still isn't anywhere to be seen.
>But you do have somewhere to check for her; and she will be there no matter what after a certain time.
>Decide to finish the meal and head back to the tent a little bit early.
>The front zipper is down. You remember zipping it back up after you left.
>Knowing what this means, you involuntarily begin to smile again.
>Get ready to pop your head into the tent without even letting her know you're there. You're thinking too faster.
>But somebody has been thinking even faster.
>"I left your stuff where you left it." Trixie's voice tells you before the girl can even see you.
"Oh?"
>You see your duffle bag on the opposite side of tent of Trixie. It's a little dark in the tent, but there isn't much to have to make out through the dimness.
>Trixie is rolling out a sleeping bag, spreading it across the tent floor.
>But it's not on the side of the tent where she kneels, it's in the center.
>Right next to your sleeping bag.
"Why did you take out my sleeping bag?" You raise an eyebrow.
>"Trixie felt it was appropriate to organize everything in our tent since there doesn't seem to be much space in here."
"Oh, uh..."
>You start on inside, sitting down on your sleeping bag, soon noticing Trixie gazing over at you.
"So..." You continue. "Why is yours in the center?"
>"Trixie isn't comfortable being near the edges of the tent. She hopes you understand."
>This whole talking in third person thing seems cute now, but you sincerely hope that you won't eventually see it as annoying at any point.
"Well..." You scratch the back of your head as Trixie takes a short glance outside of the tent. "What would you do if I didn't like the edges of the tent either?"
>"Do you?"
"Well, not really. I don't care as long as there's not a storm or something. But what it I wanted my sleeping bag being the one in the center?"
>You can't believe you're taking this conversation in this direction so soon. You didn't even realize this at first.
>"It's simple. We line the sleeping bags next to each other with one of our heads facing the right side and the other facing the left."
"I guess that makes sense."
>"But listen. It's getting kind of late. and Trixie likes to sleep before it gets dark." Trixie tells you.
"Oh. Really?"
>"Yes. She just wanted to give you this reminder now just in case you're out late at night. Trixie doesn't like being woken up by someone just getting in."
"Wait a minute, don't we usually get back in at a designated time anyway?"
>Trixie chuckles for a split second.
"Wh-what is it?"
>"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that... Trixie tends to find that word funny a little bit."
"What word?"
>"Designated. But it's nothing you'd care about. There are these jokes that fly around the internet all the time, you wouldn't understand."
>A voice suddenly sounds outside the tent.
>"Attention campers! Who here is ready to make some s'mores by the fire?" Gloriosa's voice blares from a nearby intercom.
"You mean like..." You think you know what she's talking about.
>"A what?" Trixie starts to appear startled and concerned.
>You can feel the sudden tension hitting the air like a tidal wave.
"Eh, nothing. I do guess I like a fair bit of comedy myself."
>"Well aren't you going to go out there with the other campers?" Trixie asks you. "Trixie doesn't want to hold you up."
"No, it's fine. I mean... well... aren't you coming with?"
>"Nah."
"But... they take attendance."
>"Trixie already had that taken care of."
"...Kay, then."
>You shrug it off and step out of the tent, getting a few funny looks from Sandalwood and a couple of the other guys as they leave their tents.
>They already walk towards you, making it impossible to avoid talking to them.
>"Dude! How did you make that happen?" Norman asks.
"Make what happen?"
>"You're in a tent with a girl! A GIRL!"
>"Don't the counselors like... even care?" Sandalwood adds.
"Oh, uh... no. I guess not."
>"So you gonna make a move on her or what?" Norman asks.
"Oh god..." You turn in the other direction with an involuntary but playful smile on your face.
>You were afraid something like this was going to come up.
>But they laugh it off right away and tell you it's no big deal.
>You all head over to the gathering ceremony shortly after.
>...
>The ceremony was nothing special.
>You talked to some of your pals, had some s'mores and pizza, nothing too interesting.
>It's starting to get dark outside, and the fact of the matter makes you begin to wonder why Trixie wants to go to bed so early anyway.
>Decide to come to the tent from behind since your shoes are quieter on the grass than on the dirt path leading to the tent.
>From the tent, you notice a faint glow.
>As you get closer, you can hear soft giggling.
>Trixie's saying something in there.
>You hate yourself so much for doing this, but you creep up to the tent as stealthily as you can so she has no idea you're coming.
>Why isn't she asleep? It's starting to get dark.
>"If I pull that off, will you die?" Trixie's voice accompanies the small glow from within the tent.
>Your eyes shoot open as you hear her say this.
>As though they were closed before.
>She can be heard giggling in the tent a little more as you draw near. Your adrenaline begins to rush as you make the realization.
>"You're a big guy."
>Fucking hell.
>Your stifled giggling is loud enough for Trixie's sharp hearing to pick up.
>The glow shuts off.
>Might as well make your footsteps known now.
>Trixie lies on her back, staring straight at the tent ceiling as you enter.
>The next thing that comes out of your mouth is something you're certain you'll never forgive yourself for.
"Was getting caught part of your plan?"
>You can feel Trixie's eyes widen in the darkness.
>There is the longest pause before she speaks again.
>"Y-you... you know this too?" She starts to talk as though this is some sort of casual topic.
>Given the circumstances, it's really not. But not in a bad way.
>It doesn't feel bad, at least.
"I... just wouldn't have guessed it."
>"What were the chances?" Trixie begins to laugh awkwardly.
"You are one of those internet types?!" You stammer. "L-like... one of THOSE internet types? What the fuck?"
>"Trixie... erm... thought you'd be weirded out!"
"Whaaaa? Nah, nah, I'm not weirded out!" You actually are a little bit. "I'm just surprised, is all."
>It's about to start getting close to actual bedtime.
>Trixie sits there on her sleeping bag with her phone screen being the only major source of light.
>You stare at eachother for a bit before you speak again.
"You wanna, just kinda chill for a bit?"
>This is going to be one of those things that happens fast, isn't it?
>"Oh, uh, sure." Trixie presses lips in and nods.
>Your sleeping bags were already next to eachother. You lie down and pull out your own phone, even though you never really browse the internet on it anyway.
"You on a site or something right now?"
>Trixie shows you her phone screen for only a split second.
>You couldn't tell which website it was.
>"Whoa, they're in there together!" A voice sounds from outside the tent.
>Spin your head around, ready to call out to whoever it is.
>Trixie is the first to poke her head out of the entrance, only to find that no one is there. It's clear they left immediately, perhaps hoping to encourage... things.
>Things that Trixie apparently doesn't even catch a drift of.
>You can tell that your presence is being a bit of a burden to her; she's restraining herself to be a lot quieter with someone sitting literally right next to her.
>There is an instance in your head to try and convince her to go full ham and just completely meme her way throughout the night.
>It's not like that wouldn't be fun, and strangely interesting in your opinion.
>Interesting in a... funny feeling way.
("Why aren't you baneposting anymore?") You ask her in your mind.
>You're sure she's going to just act more awkward and come up with a silly reason to-
>"Well congratulations! You got yourself caught! Now what's the...." She goes on and on.
>...Well damn.
>You're not sure why, but you feel something possess you to peek over Trixie's shoulder when she isn't looking.
>Surprisingly enough, she goes straight back to laughing and enjoying herself in the midst of your presence.
>Keep trying to see which website she's on.
>She eventually catches you, and shows you her screen for a longer period of time anyway. It's some random image board.
>Copy the url, and for some reason, you can automatically tell which posts belong to Trixie.
>It's probably because they're all in third person.
>"Come on. Trixie's about to troll this thread with some... buddies." Trixie suddenly breaks the silence you didn't know was going on in real life until now.
"Wh-what?"
>You see her post the link to another thread that has apparently recently been set up.
>Follow her and immediately start making as many connections between the current discussion and that batman movie as you can in your mind.
>It feels so weird typing all of this from your phone; you usually do it from a keyboard.
"Hey, this is pretty fun!"
>"It's one of Trixie's favorite ways to pass the time."
>You follow up on almost all of the posts Trixie makes. The topic of the thread is about trucks.
>The fodder is high with this one.
[That's a big rig.]
>[For you.]
>This is just absolutely ridiculous, but you never thought you'd have so much fun out of it.
>Even thinking about it over and over again after you post makes you cringe and laugh at the same time.
>"Come on, let's step it up. It's really starting to get dark outside." Trixie tells you.
>Start posting images.
>Your post just got a reply.
>[Go back to 2014 you stupid baneposters.]
>"Oh my..." Trixie was also in the list of posts that one replied to. "Looks like we gotta get more... modern."
>She goes into her phone images and starts scrolling. All you see is a bunch of frogs on unicycles.
>All you do is go onto YouTube and search "Nutshack memes".
>"Be sure to make the links not mobile links." Trixie can see what you're doing.
>She's actually helping you shitpost on the internet.
>This girl is turning out to be something completely far away from what you expected.
"You really are good at this, aren't you?"
>"Trixie has... a lot of spare time."
>The two of you continue to sit there, childishly giggling at the things you're posting from your phones.
>It's almost like a complimentary conversation where you're setting up eachother's jokes.
>A virtual dance, rather.
>And you're laughing the entire time.
>After both of you get banned, you fall back on your sleeping bags and start laughing a little too loud for this time of night.
>"Trixie... never thought she would have this much fun with you!"
"I was about to say the same thing!" You say between heavy breaths. "This is soooooooo wierd!"
>But your laughter is cut short by a thought.
>What would this sound like to people outside the tent?
>"Anon? Trixie?" A voice suddenly sounds from in the direction of the trees as though your subtle concern just became real straight out of your brain.
>Welp.